No one in my family does. I think only my mom knows about it, and even she doesn’t. I think I’m going to make business cards to hand out at Christmas next week because these people need to know certain things. (Like that most of them are jerks.)

No, I can’t see people’s names. My stats show IP, city, referrals plus the server they are visiting me on. So, if someone is visiting my blog from their workplace, I can see their companies name…that’s how I can tell. ;)

I have one sister and a cousin (as far as family goes) who know about my blog. Only a handful of friends. And one ex-boyfriend (I even blogged about that). It’s tempting to find out what they’d think, but I know I’d regret their knowing about it eventually.

And here I was not knowing how to bring it up – afterall, what to do when you accidentally discover a great new blog only to realize that it’s your freakin’ cousin who’s doing the writing!!!! I don’t recall that chapter from Emily Post. Do you realize how hard it was to feign surprise when you described with such great joy your new Netflix subscription last Saturday? And how much we laughed when reading about Grandma and the olives? So there – dare met. And don’t you think – in my case, particularly – that its really a quadruple dog dare that we’re dealing with? Love ya, cuz – and am so proud.

I have posted a few times, none of my family knows I blog (I decided I needed one secret from all of them, since they know EVERYTHING ELSE about me). I really enjoy your writing, it is so fun to read and I get inspiration from some of your posts. You were introduced via SAJ, who also inspires me.

Thanks,
Anna – corny I know, but you triple dog dared, which usually scares me away, but thought I should leave a note this time :)

A bunch of my family members actually found my blog after my grandma died. I used her full name, a friend of the family googled her, found me and sent everyone the link. The reaction was positive, and I don’t mind them reading that one entry, but man! I hope they’re not poking around. I haven’t said anything scandalous, but I’d just rather they not read, or worse, read it and try to discuss what I wrote with me.

i don’t know you in real life – but i’ve never commented, either so i started feeling like a dirty rat bastard lurker. sorry! i read you…every day! oh, and i found you through Secret Agent Josephine. cheers! -Lisa

After I got fired, my family obviously found out. It turned out a few had already “figured” it out (by accident, my mistake). They continue to tell people about it, even though I “embarrass” them. Sometimes I get hate mail from my own family!

I like to think of them as my little internet cyber stalkers. Also? No Christmas presents for any of them!